User blog comment:Jadefang/Urgan's Army of Ice and Snow/@comment-1677568-20101220040209

''In the morning Herrina streches lusously as the sun rises behind her in the window, illuminating her small, muscular, pritty frame. She looks around and goes to the mess hall and eats a breakfast of toast, fish, and a mug of summer ale, than takes out a rock and shapens her dagger and polishes it untill the sun glints off of it and accadentally flashes into Inile's eyes'' Sorry ol pal! dident mean to shine it in yore eyes...